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Sightless grey eyes opened slowly. Their owner, a young female creature, was sleeping in a pine tree, about ten feet in the air. A small, white-furred rabbit creature was sitting on the girl's chest, and staring at her with wide, dark green eyes. One golden ear was lifted into the air, the other pressed against the creature's back. A delicate, slender hand lifted, and stroked the rabbit, and the other hand helped ease the girl up onto the limb in a sitting position. Seru closed her useless eyes, and rubbed her shoulder nubs, which ached in cold weather, and almost injured herself with the thick silver bangle on that wrist. She stood up unsteadily, yawning, lost her balance. The pair fell to the ground, Seru landing with a solid thunk, though she was merely winded. The Rabbit squealed in surprise, and had hidden inside the pouch on Seru's hip. She dusted herself off, then set to combing her short, wine-colored hair. After all, she was female, and she was vain. But only slightly.

Seru tilted her head up, then asked, in the Rabbit's language, "What's speaking, Koro i'ida?" To a human, it wouldn't be audible. Koro i'ida climbed out of the pouch, and studied the person saying hello. The rabbit then relayed what was visually greeting her, and then went onto Seru's shoulder. Seru rose, then turned, keeping her eyes closed, and waved.
"Hello. Are you a fellow traveler?" she asked in her quiet voice that sounded like bells.

"Just over them, to find what can be found. That way," Seru pointed north. Koro i'ida darted over to the new person, sniffed at her, then ran back to Seru, then to Shisharen again, this time standing on her hind legs, and tilting her head.
"She says who are you?" Seru translated. "And I'm not unarmed. Ifrit, my escort, is nearby, hunting at the moment." she added. It was true; Ifrit was nearby, but he wasn't hunting. He was watching.

Seru relaxed, then finally opened her eyes. "Ifrit! Come to me, my friend. There's someone here to talk to!" she called to a nearby group of trees. Koro i'ida giggled, or so it seemed, then hopped up onto Shisharen's shoulderplate. She stuck her fuzzy, soft nose into Shisharen's ear as a male came out of said woods.
He had a sheathed blade, and a seemingly confident stride. His hair and eyes were orange, and focused on the two females with an odd tensity. Two black demon horns poked from his hair, which was spiked back, and he stood before them soon enough. He was very concious of his non-human feet. And his thin, whip-like tail. He nodded to Shisharen, then carefully examined Seru. "You fell out of the tree again," he accused. Seru blushed, then hit him over the head with a wrist covered in heavy silver. He yelped in pain, a flash of anger lighting his eyes. Then, he started to laugh, and ruffled her hair.